Chapter 77: Divorced
Ye Zhile kept quiet as the four of them surrounded the claw machine to study how to catch a doll. Finally, after spending more than thirty coins, Lu Xingyan caught a small white cat.
“So amazing!” Ye Zhile looked at the little cat. Lu Xingyan handed it to him. “For you.”
“Thank you, Brother Xingyan,” Ye Zhile smiled.
Lu Xingyan smiled but didn’t speak. At that moment, Han Haocheng whispered into his ear, “You’re despicable! Trying to curry favor without telling me! I could have caught one for the little beauty too, okay?”
Lu Xingyan said helplessly, “Could you stop making a scene? Lele is in a bad mood, I’m just trying to cheer him up.”
“Nothing else?” Han Haocheng looked skeptical. “His relationship with the Leader isn’t good right now. Don’t you have any other thoughts?”
Lu Xingyan contemplated for a moment and said, “Lele won’t like me. Even if he divorces the Leader, he won’t. If he was going to like me, he would have done so when we first became friends.”
Han Haocheng nodded, then smiled. “Then I’m going to make my move!”
“You’re not allowed!” Lu Xingyan warned him fiercely. “Don’t you dare!”
“Hey, you! You’ve let go but you won’t let anyone else pursue him!” Han Haocheng accused him.
“Lele doesn’t like your type! The two of you aren’t compatible!” Lu Xingyan said.
“Psh!”
“Hey!” Leng Xingtu looked at them suspiciously. “What are you two doing?”
Lu Xingyan and Han Haocheng remained silent and didn’t answer.
The group played through the entire entertainment hall, and finally, Ye Zhile returned home with the small cat plushie.
He had been happy all day, and the bright smile on his face hadn’t faded until he went upstairs and saw Ji Shuohan coming out of Dudu’s nursery. His smile instantly retracted.
Seeing that the Omega looked at him as if he were a harbinger of doom—smiling brightly one second and turning cold the next—Ji Shuohan spoke.
“Where did you go?” Ji Shuohan asked, looking at the plushie in his hand. He said coldly, “Your Alpha friend gave it to you?”
Ye Zhile didn’t respond to him and tried to move past him to enter Dudu’s room. Ji Shuohan grabbed him, his expression dark. “Ye Zhile, you’re not divorced yet. Show some restraint.”
Ye Zhile’s heart no longer had the capacity to ache. He pulled Ji Shuohan’s hand away. “We’ll divorce tomorrow. That divorce agreement will appear before you on time tomorrow.”
Ji Shuohan’s face was tense, and Ye Zhile’s words made him grind his teeth. He stared at Ye Zhile, and Ye Zhile didn’t back down either. The tension between them was palpable. The Cedar pheromones were overwhelming, gloomily surrounding Ye Zhile.
Ye Zhile let out a muffled groan, his expression changing. “You’re actually using pheromones to suppress me?”
Hearing this, Ji Shuohan suddenly let go. He had been so angered by Ye Zhile’s words that he lost his reason, and his pheromones had become uncontrolled. Finally, he said stiffly, “Sorry…”
Ye Zhile gave him a deep look, the disappointment in his heart growing larger. He said nothing and went into the room, closing the door.
Ji Shuohan remained standing at the door. He had originally wanted to have a good talk with Ye Zhile, but who knew that because of a plushie, his reason would collapse?
Faced with Ji Shuohan’s self-righteous attitude, Ye Zhile tightly gripped the plushie in his hand. After a moment, he let out a sigh, walked to Dudu’s bed, and stared at him. Gentleness appeared in his eyes. “Dudu, do you want to go play in Grandma’s hometown?”
“A-woo~” Dudu was sucking on his thumb, his round eyes looking at Ye Zhile as if he were seriously considering his words.
Ye Zhile smiled and touched his small cheek. “How about Daddy takes you there?”
Ye Zhile had the lawyer draft two copies of the divorce agreement. At noon the next day, he placed them directly in front of Ji Shuohan and handed him a pen. “Sign.”
Ji Shuohan looked up and saw that Ye Zhile had already signed his name on the divorce agreement. The elegant and beautiful handwriting was just like the person. Ji Shuohan remained silent for a moment and asked, “Ye Zhile, this matter hasn’t reached the point where we need to divorce.”
Ye Zhile was extremely exhausted. He took a deep breath and asked calmly, “Then what do you think needs to happen to reach that point? Does your cold violence not count? Does your inaction not count? You said you don’t like me, so I won’t pester you. What more do you want?”
“I haven’t used cold violence against you…” Ji Shuohan stood up. Seeing the tears gradually pooling in Ye Zhile’s eyes, his heart suddenly tightened. He opened his mouth and finally said, “Sorry, I indeed owe you. But it was because I lost my memory at the start and didn’t react in time. Give me another chance, and I will compensate you.”
“Ji Shuohan,” Ye Zhile called his name. “Being an Enigma is not an excuse for you to be cold and heartless. Since the nature of an Enigma is like this, why did you get married in the first place? Why did you say you liked me?”
“You don’t like Omegas, and our pheromones aren’t compatible, so there is no need for us to stay together.”
“Sorry,” Ji Shuohan said. “I won’t sign.”
Hearing this, Ye Zhile trembled with anger. He picked up an orange from the fruit plate and threw it at Ji Shuohan, shouting, “What right do you have not to divorce! On what grounds will you not sign!”
Ji Shuohan just stood there and let him hit him, not moving an inch. Ye Zhile was exhausted. Suddenly, his eyes caught something; he picked up the fruit knife from the plate and pressed the sharp tip against his own neck.
“Ye Zhile!” Ji Shuohan roared, stepping forward to stop him. Ye Zhile took a step back, the tip of the knife pressing harder into his neck. Seeing this, Ji Shuohan didn’t dare move. He stood in place, his tone pleading, “Please calm down first, okay? Put the knife down, and let’s have a good talk.”
“I don’t want to shout at you like a crazy person either,” Ye Zhile cried out in despair. “But you’re forcing me, Ji Shuohan! You don’t even know where you went wrong! I beg you… just sign it. I’m really going crazy!”
“I don’t want anything… I only want Dudu…”
Beads of blood began to appear on the delicate neck where the sharp knife pressed. Ji Shuohan’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly responded, “I’ll sign! I’ll sign! I’ll sign right now!”
Saying this, Ji Shuohan immediately picked up the pen and signed the divorce agreement. Once both copies were signed, he said, “It’s done. Put the knife down.”
Ye Zhile let out a heavy sigh of relief. He dropped the fruit knife, picked up one copy of the divorce agreement, and went upstairs.
Ji Shuohan stood there with his head bowed, feeling frustrated and helpless. Finally, he made a call to Xiao Yuanqing.
Xiao Yuanqing, that unfortunate soul, hadn’t even handled his own relationship yet and was already being ordered around by his good friend. Most importantly, since this concerned Ye Zhile’s health, he had to come.
When he heard that Ye Zhile had used a fruit knife to cut his neck to force Ji Shuohan into a divorce, Xiao Yuanqing nearly fainted from anger.
Chapter 78: Let Everything Return to the Start
Back in his room, Ye Zhile looked at the two names in the signature section. While he felt a sense of relief, a massive wave of sorrow also rose in his heart. He hadn’t expected his marriage to end this way, without even a shred of dignity left.
When Xiao Yuanqing arrived, he saw Ye Zhile with a face full of tear tracks, eyes red and swollen, and the blood on his neck already dried. Although the wound wasn’t severe, seeing Ye Zhile in this state was still shocking.
Xiao Yuanqing briefly treated the wound and instructed, “Don’t let it touch water for these few days. Change the dressing every day. It should be fine in a week.”
“Okay,” Ye Zhile nodded. “Thank you, Brother Yuanqing. Sorry to trouble you.”
The youth was extremely tired, not even able to muster a smile. Xiao Yuanqing patted his head and gave a light laugh. “What trouble? Don’t do such a foolish thing again. If the knife had slipped, you’d be lying down right now.”
“I know…” Ye Zhile responded. “I won’t do it again.”
“Good,” Xiao Yuanqing asked him. “So, what do you plan to do next?”
Ye Zhile thought for a moment. “I want to take Dudu to my maternal grandmother’s hometown. The scenery there is very nice. Once my health is better, I’ll come back for classes.”
Xiao Yuanqing understood and sighed. “Shuohan let you down…”
Ye Zhile remained silent.
After signing the divorce agreement, Ye Zhile began packing his luggage. He didn’t actually have much to take with him. Ji Shuohan had never given him anything anyway…
It was laughable when he thought about it. Aside from that marriage certificate and the divorce agreement, there was nothing between them that served as a bond. Not even Dudu, as Ji Shuohan’s gaze rarely lingered on the child.
The servants helped Ye Zhile load his luggage into the car. Finally, Ye Zhile held Dudu and waved the child’s small hand to say goodbye to Uncle Xu, Xiao Ru, and the others at the Leader’s Estate. His face still lacked color, but one could feel his happiness and sense of release.
“Is Madam leaving just like that?” Xiao Ru’s tone was full of reluctance.
Ye Zhile smiled. “You don’t need to call me Madam anymore. If there’s time in the future, we can meet up.”
“Alright then, I wish you a safe journey,” Xiao Ru offered her sincere blessings.
“Thank you,” Ye Zhile nodded. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a tall figure. He didn’t look back and left with Dudu.
His departure was decisive, without a hint of lingering attachment. Ji Shuohan felt quite bitter watching him. He walked down a few steps, watching the car drive away until it disappeared. He paused for a moment, then turned and went back inside.
The Leader’s Estate was gradually left behind. Ye Zhile held Dudu’s small hand and waved it toward the outside. “Dudu, say goodbye to Father.”
“Ah-oh…” Dudu waved his small hand, laughing happily at Ye Zhile. Ye Zhile lowered his head and kissed his cheek. “Good boy.”
Ye Zhile took Dudu home. Because he hadn’t announced it in advance, Wen Yumiao was surprised to see him.
“Lele.” Seeing Ye Zhile playing with Dudu, Wen Yumiao pulled him to the sofa and asked, “Tell Papa, what exactly happened?”
“I divorced Ji Shuohan,” Ye Zhile told him the truth. Wen Yumiao was stunned. “Divorced? How could you be divorced? Were you bullied? Hmm?”
Ye Zhile paused and looked at Wen Yumiao. “Oh, Papa, let’s just not ask about it, okay? Anyway, the divorce is done. From now on, we’ll each go our separate ways.”
“No. If you don’t give me an explanation, I’ll have your father demand an explanation from the Leader’s Department.” Wen Yumiao saw that even as summer approached, Ye Zhile was wearing a high-collared shirt. He reached out to adjust it, but Ye Zhile reacted strongly, quickly dodging. Wen Yumiao’s expression darkened as he forcibly pulled back the collar and saw the gauze on his neck. “What is this?”
“When we… got divorced, there was a bit of unpleasantness.” Fearing Wen Yumiao would be angry, Ye Zhile quickly explained, “But, but I did this myself! It has nothing to do with Ji Shuohan!”
Wen Yumiao didn’t respond. He made a call. Ye Zhile knew the call was to his father. He shrank back like a cowering quail, not daring to breathe loudly.
A moment later, it wasn’t just Ye Junting who returned, but also his eldest and second brothers. Ye Zhile felt even more intimidated, lowering his head under everyone’s gaze. He weakly raised a hand. “Listen to me first…”
Ye Zhijin sat down beside him, one arm draped over the back of the sofa behind Ye Zhile. Ye Zhile looked up. “It’s just… he lost his memory. I don’t like him, and he doesn’t like me… so we divorced.”
Ye Zhile kept it brief. “The wound on my neck happened when I asked for the divorce. Um… would you believe me if I said I scratched it myself?”
The others were silent, but their answers were written clearly on their faces.
“…” Ye Zhile lowered his head again. “Anyway, we’re divorced. It’s no big deal.”
“Ye Zhile.” Ye Zhijin suddenly called his name seriously. Ye Zhile sat up straight and heard his brother say, “Your story is full of holes. Who are you trying to fool? Your family knows your temper best.”
Ye Zhile was at a loss for words. “I… then… what else?”
Ye Zhile put on a defiant expression. “Anyway! You’re not allowed to go looking for trouble for him or the Leader’s Department because of this! When I brought up the divorce, I made it clear that our divorce wouldn’t affect the relationship between the Military and the Leader’s Department! I don’t care! You can’t make me lose face like that!”
Ye Zhile tried to use his own unreasonableness to gloss over the matter, but Ye Junting wasn’t buying it. He stood up to call the Leader’s Department. Ye Zhile lunged forward to hug him, and all his pretense of nonchalance and grievance collapsed in an instant. “Father!”
Ye Zhile cried out in frustration and pleaded, “Don’t go… don’t go, okay?”
“Lele…” Ye Junting held Ye Zhile in his arms. Ye Zhile buried his face in his chest. “I couldn’t stand the way he didn’t love me, so I divorced him.”
Ye Zhile looked up, his vision blurred by tears. “He didn’t love me before either… so we just went back to the start. Let’s just let each other go and act as if our marriage never existed. Let’s just let this matter pass, okay?”
“Let it pass? Then all the grievances you’ve suffered this past year were for nothing?” Ye Zhichen was indignant.
Ye Zhile said, “Those grievances… I, I don’t know. But I don’t want to be involved with him anymore. Father… I’m really tired.”
Ye Zhile broke down in tears. Wen Yumiao also fought back tears. He glanced at Ye Junting, then turned and went upstairs.
Ye Junting knew that since such a thing had happened to Ye Zhile, his partner would blame him. He held Ye Zhile and coaxed him, “Don’t cry. Father knows you’ve been wronged. It’s Father’s fault. I shouldn’t have let you marry in the first place.”
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it’s again chapter 67 instead of chapter 77. please update it.
It has been revised. Thank you for letting me know.